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    Now We Are Six

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      Breathes, and is dead.

      Slowly and slowly

      Dawns the new day…

      What’s become of John boy?

      No one can say.

      Some think that John boy

      Is lost on the hill;

      Some say he won’t come back,

      Some say he will.

      What’s become of John boy?

      Nothing at all ,

      He played with his skipping rope ,

      He played with his ball .

      He ran after butterflies ,

      Blue ones and red;

      He did a hundred happy things—

      And then went to bed .

      In the Dark

      I’ve had my supper,

      And had my supper,

      And HAD my supper and all;

      I’ve heard the story

      Of Cinderella,

      And how she went to the ball;

      I’ve cleaned my teeth,

      And I’ve said my prayers,

      And I’ve cleaned and said them right;

      And they’ve all of them been

      And kissed me lots,

      They’ve all of them said “Good-night.”

      So—here I am in the dark alone,

      There’s nobody here to see;

      I think to myself,

      I play to myself,

      And nobody knows what I say to myself;

      Here I am in the dark alone,

      What is it going to be?

      I can think whatever I like to think,

      I can play whatever I like to play,

      I can laugh whatever I like to laugh,

      There’s nobody here but me.

      I’m talking to a rabbit…

      I’m talking to the sun…

      I think I am a hundred—

      I’m one.

      I’m lying in a forest…

      I’m lying in a cave…

      I’m talking to a Dragon…

      I’m BRAVE.

      I’m lying on my left side…

      I’m lying on my right…

      I’ll play a lot tomorrow…

      I’ll think a lot tomorrow…

      I’ll laugh…

      a lot…

      tomorrow…

      (Heigh-ho!)

      Good-night.

      The End

      When I was One,

      I had just begun.

      When I was Two,

      I was nearly new.

      When I was Three,

      I was hardly Me.

      When I was Four,

      I was not much more.

      When I was Five,

      I was just alive.

      But now I am Six, I’m as clever as clever.

      So I think I’ll be six now for ever and ever.

      A.A. MILNE (1882–1956) began his writing career as a humorist for Punch magazine, and also wrote plays and poetry. In 1926, he published his first stories about Winnie-the-Pooh, which were an instant success. Since then, Pooh has become a world-famous bear, and Milne’s stories have been translated into fifty languages.

      ERNEST H. SHEPARD (1879–1976) won a scholarship to the Royal Academy Schools, and later, like Milne, worked for Punch magazine, as a cartoonist and illustrator. Shepard’s witty and loving illustrations of Winnie-the-Pooh and his friends in the Hundred Acre Wood have become an inseparable part of the Pooh stories, and they have become classics in their own right.

      Notes

      Haw! Haw! Haw!

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      So I have had to write this one in pencil.

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